If you're anything like me, a movie just isn't a movie without bowl of perfectly popped popcorn, drizzled with warm butter, and then kissed with a thin layer of salt. I am not referring to the crap the movie theatres now sadly pass off as pop corn. Yet, I must admit that I do have moments of weakness. When my popcorn lust hits, I will indulge with those suggestively yellow, cardboard like kernels. I alway feel dirty afterwards.
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